Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Black Dice to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.